Dark At It's Brightest

Chapter - 14 - Cat betrayeal

For almost two hours I was waiting for someone to come out of the building my brother had walked in. And practically all that happened is some cats becoming suddenly very interested in me and starting meow-ing really loud. I  had panicked and thrown him with an old shoe which was standing outside of the garbagge can. He looked angry, betrayed and went away. I sighed in relief.

My eyelids slowly started to close when I heard a loud noise. It was the big building door openeing. I peaked through a small hole through the boxes and I saw a man came out of the door slaming it shut. It was the same man who went in with my brother. He was alone and my brother was nowhere to be seen. Panic started to build up in me.

What has he done to my brother? How dare he? He was so getting to pay.

The man tuned to one of the guards and whispered something in his ear. The guard turned to face the man in the eyes and noded his head in aprooval.

A million questions were drifting through my head and I put my head in my hands trying to get it together. I couldn't cry. Not now.

Where is he now? Why didn't he come out with him?

The panic build up in me and the next thing I knew I was running to the man and jumping onto him kneeling him to the ground. My heart was pumping loud. I could hear my blood running through my veins.

A pair of strong hands griped me from behind and tried to get me off of him. When I realized what was happening I just clutched my hands, my nails and my legs stronger onto the man. My nails were cutting deep into the man's flesh and he started to moan in pain. I felt warm liquid on my fingers.

My eyes could no longer see clear, they started to blur and black clouds started to dim my vission. 

The guards finally managed to get me of off him practically tearing me of. Long scratches were visable from the places I tore at his skin. There were peaces torn from his skin and deep cuts into him, on his bare arms, on his neck, on his face.

The guards took me each by one arm and held me still. I realized I was held back but I kept moving and shifting to get away and claw at the man's flesh even deeper and more painfull. I didn't care what would he do to me when he would get me off of him or either he was the man who kidnaped my family.

I didn't care... he was one of them... one of the team... he was one of the man who kidnaped my parents and now - once again - my brother.

 I wanted him to feel pain like I felt it all these years. I wanted him to feel everything I had been through, everything my family had been through, everything. All these emotions were crumbled up in me and now I couldn't even control myself. They took over me like a tornado. They bringed the worst in me to come out and play.

My arm hurt from the another's strong grip on me.

Please just let me go! I screamed in my mind.

This is just too much for me. I strangled in their hands trying to keep my conciosness. My body felt like made of plastic. It was stiff, cold, un-managing to move and most of all - it didn't felt like it was mine.

I broke off into a painfull scream. I wasn't screaming from phisical pain, but from emotional.

The last thing I could remember  is something hard hitting against my head and taking my conciosness away from me.

I could imagine my body felling limp to the ground.

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My eyes were half open half closed as I tried to regain my conciosness. There was a big pain in my head. My ears were ringing and openeing my eyes seemed even more complicated than before.

"What should we do with her?" I heard a deep, unfamiliar voise say behind me.

"Make that b*ch pay for what she did to me... I can't even go out to public anymore, look at my face..." another unfamiliar voise sad right next to my ear.

My heatbeat started to get more louder and fasted by the second. My ears started to ring even louder to that moment when I passed out - again.

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My head was hurting like hell. My ears were still ringing and the more I opened my eyes, the more I realized what had happened. My eyes immidately shot open as I took in my suroundings.

I was in my room. Not in Emily's and Michael's house but in my old house, where I was living, when they came in and took  my mother, fateher and brother.

I was laying in my bed. My gaze faced the ceiling.

Was it a dream and I just came to my old house in regret? No certenaitly not and the big bump on my forehead was evidence.

I sat up on the bed and looked around. The room hadn't changed sence the last time I had been here. The big colection of my friend and family photos on my wall stayed where it was before. 

The pictures were placed in a Chinese letter form on the most of my wall. I remembered how much effort and time it took to find each picture it's perfect place and make the compozition perfect for my liking. After the job was done I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I loved it and it made my room look interesting - in a good way.

Now - I couldn't even look at it. It mocked me. I could never be that person again. That loving person who had only schoolexams to stress about. That person now made me feel sick to my stomach. I was jelous of her. I was mad at her for letting her slip away.

I stared at my hands when I noticed something white on my desk. 

It was a letter.

I walked to my desk and took the leter in my hands. I felt scared to open it. I didn't know what would be in there this time. It could have been anything. It could even be a bomb.

I pleced it by my ear and listened carefully.

Definately not ticking.

I mentaly slapped myself. It wasn't even that big to be a bomb... right? Right? Please tell me I'm right?

The hit on the head must've given me some kind of mental concussion. I was't able to think straight.
I finaly decided to risk and rip the letter open. What happens - happens...

I ripped it open. A handwritten paper revieled itself.

It felt cold, freezing in my hand. I was supprised that paper could do that. I tore my gaze away from it trying to breathe still. It took me a long time before I even looked at the paper in my hands. It sure was as hell more suprising than I thought.

Thanks to your stupid little self you have now only your brother and father left to save your. I suggest you to keep quiet, follow my orders and don't be stupid. ~I.R.

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I had a blast writting this chapter. Although I'm not that great of a writter, I hope you liked it.
Again - sorry for all the grammar and spelling mistakes.
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